JUST ONE MORE

here i sit alone thinking, waiting
waiting for my dealer
thinking this time will be the last time
he gets here, i pay up i get the goods
what to do what to do
i keep telling my self this i the last time
the needle is ready my arm is ready
is the high really worth all this
to loose my job the loss of my loved ones
thinking back i had no one, not one prson cared
wondering when i die who would show up
seeing the past years replay in my mind
the useage of such drug
try me once i might let you go but try me twice and i'll own your soul is what i heard
with out knowing, my arm was compleatly numb neeedle sticking out all of te contents ejected into the capulary vain
and i had no idea what to do who to go to how to cope with it
no one was there the dealer was gone the house empty like my mind
only i to blame, only i to take the guilt
me myelf and i were the only people left
i built this isolation
i made this incarseron i live in
by just using this magical stimulant i pushed i shuved i even yelled
no one wants me no one cares no one even knows me
just one more
just one more and thats it
i died that night of OD from that stimulant from that releaf
and now what
i guess that was the last time